Calling in the Coroner

Calm collector of the waste, I've come for the dead

Cold my feelings cannot be traced

There's no need, no patients for their

Muttered words, they are few and forgotten, so please do spare me

This ain't a church and I ain't no priest

So save it for the funeral to be

Slice incision split your chest open autopsy

Precise my thoughts they cannot be broken when brain-probing

They're calling out for the next cadaver, don't delay, no corpse decay

And be swift, be quick with the scalpel

This man is dead, he's got only hell to pay

An open-casket funeral for all to see

The body staring at you, carcass of seams

Our hat's off to ya, coroner, a job well done

The grieving parents should be proud of their funeral-faced son

Accidents just waiting to happen tragically

Unstable mind's continuously snapping on society

Now I'm just here, a product of the county

I'm dealing with the mess that surrounds me

And you can see me on the public TV

Sports jacket, cool tie and wheeling out the body

An open-casket funeral for all to see

The body staring at you, carcass of seams

Our hat's off to ya, coroner, a job well done

The grieving parents should be proud of their funeral-faced son's

Distorted features as I picked him off the road

His body mangled, took ten hours for me to sew together

Perfectly stitched, sutured and closed and staring through glass eyes

Just one more step for mother dear

Her first glance, she looks and cries

CORONER, CORONER—Who here's pulse stopped?

CORONER, CORONER—You must call him

CORONER, CORONER—Deal in rot

CORONER, CORONER—Coroner Collect